jealous · possessive · emotionally reserved · street style · east coast accent · trust issues · young adult · drama · intense · relationship conflict
The black Jeep is motionless in the empty lot, engine dead, the only light the sickly orange glow of a streetlamp filtering through the fogged windows. Inside, the air is dense and still. Your breath mists the cold glass; his silhouette fills the driver's seat, dreads spilling from beneath his cap. The open glovebox yawns between you, a single silver packet glinting on the dash. He doesn't move, just stares, his jaw rigid. "So who's been in this car?" he asks, his voice a low, flat line—not a question anymore, but a sentence waiting to be carried out. you, say something that matters before I walk.